As far as I can remember, there was an old coffin in my grandfather’s room!

Although there were already many tiny cracks and holes on the coffin, my grandfather was still very precious and would carefully wipe it with clean water and white cloth every day.

In my grandfather's words, the coffin and I were both his lifeblood. In my opinion, he attached more importance to the coffin than me, as if the old coffin was his own grandson.

I have been weak and sick since I was a child. Many people in the village are gossiping about my family, saying that my family is in bad luck. Many people advised my grandfather to throw away the coffin quickly, but my grandfather ignored it at all. On my tenth birthday, my high fever did not subside. My grandfather did not take me to the hospital like before, but let me squat in front of the coffin at home and paint it very seriously.

I don’t know why, but after I was so dizzy that I painted the coffin for a while, my high fever gradually faded away. It was also from that day that my body gradually improved, and I didn’t look like a sick person who was always seriously ill.

Since then, my grandfather has specially set several rules for me.

First, on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month every month, even if I boarded at school, I had to take leave and go home. When night fell, I painted the coffin at home until the special candle burned out before I stopped to rest.

Second, during the painting process, you must keep the candle fire unextinguished. If the candle fire is extinguished, you must kowtow three times to the worn coffin and re-lit the special candle.

Third, before your 18th birthday, you cannot break your body and open the coffin!

Although I was not very understanding of the rules set by my grandfather and was even more curious about what was in the old coffin, my grandfather said that as long as I was eighteen years old, he would tell me the reason. For this reason, I have been looking forward to the arrival of my 18th birthday soon.

In the summer of this year, the college entrance examination was over. I got into the university I liked as I wish. When I got home, I wanted to share my joy with my grandfather, but my grandfather hurried out and said that there was an urgent matter to go out for a few days, and told me not to stay at home in the past few days, and to not forget to paint the coffin at home tonight.

Today is the first day of the sixth lunar month. Tonight, tomorrow is my 18th birthday!

In the main hall, my grandfather had prepared the paint and the special candle. Looking at the red paint and the slightly yellowed candle, I couldn't help but sigh.

I have done red paint on the first day of the lunar month and black paint on the fifteenth day of the lunar month. I have done it many times over the years. However, I still can't stand the pungent and unpleasant smell of these two paints and the yellowed candle when it is burned.

Red paint has a strong smell of blood, while black paint has an unspeakable fishy smell. When the specially made yellowed candle is lit, it will have a strong and pungent aroma. Whether it is fused with red paint or the smell of black paint, it makes people feel dizzy and gas poisoning.

I also asked my grandfather where these paints and candles were bought, and whether they could be changed to varieties, etc., and my grandfather always shook his head and ignored them.

Not long after my grandfather left, the old village chief hurriedly came to the door with Jiang Changhai.

I was so upset when I saw this guy Jiang Changhai. Since I was a child, he bullied me a lot, mocked me alone and called me a wild child without parents. When I knew that I had a coffin in my family, this guy yelled out with a big mouth.

Not only him, his drunkard father is not a good person. He has done a lot of work to dig graves and kicked the widow's door. At the beginning of the year, he even came to my house to spend a lot of money to buy the old coffin in my house. As a result, my grandfather chased half of the village with a kitchen knife.

My grandfather said that this family is a short-lived ghost, so it is best not to have any involvement with them in the future. If the father and son dare to come to the door again, they will break their legs.

If the old village chief hadn't followed him today, I would have chased people.

"Jiang Yang, is your grandfather at home?"

The old village chief said anxiously: "Changhai's father has passed away. His family is holding a funeral. Something happened. Let your grandpa go there quickly!"

"My grandfather went out to do business and said he would have to wait a few days before he could come back!"

Grandpa knows something like Feng Shui, so whenever there are any funerals in the village, they will come to see grandpa as soon as possible. Seeing the old village chief’s anxious appearance, I guess there is a big problem with Jiang Changhai’s drunkard father’s funeral.

After hearing what I said, the old village chief suddenly became even more anxious and sighed and stamped his feet.

At this time, Jiang Changhai, who had always been unfavorable to me, actually knelt in front of me and asked me to help him send his father to peace. He also said that as long as he could send his father away safely, he would definitely apologize for the fact that he had bullied me before.

The old village chief also hurriedly agreed on the side, saying that they were all from the same village, and they looked down and didn't look up. Don't make a big fuss in this great mourning day.

I learned some local methods of giving away spirits with my grandfather, but I had never actually done it. I didn't want to agree, but Jiang Changhai kept kneeling and crying. The old village chief kept persuading me. I could only go back to the house and pick up my grandfather's backpack and go to Jiang Changhai's house to check it out.

On the way to Jiang Changhai's house, I learned about the general situation from the old village chief. Jiang Changhai's drunkard father got drunk again last night, but this morning he found that he was lying straight on the bed.

Jiang Changhai insisted on burying his father today, but eight strong coffin carryrs could not lift the coffin. Many people were scared at that time, and they all thought that Jiang Changhai's drunkard father was unwilling to leave, so Jiang Changhai begged the old village chief to come and ask my grandfather to come and help.

After listening to what happened, I felt something was wrong.

Jiang Changhai's father died this morning, and the coffin and shroud were ready in the morning?

Also, why does Jiang Changhai keep keeping his coffin guarding? Isn’t it a bit too hasty to bury his father in such a hurry?

When I asked these questions, Jiang Changhai said with red and swollen eyes that his father's body has been very bad since this year, so the coffin and shroud were prepared early in the morning. As for why he kept keeping the coffin guarding, it was because the weather is too hot now, and he was worried about the decay of the corpse.

These words can barely explain, but I always feel a little strange in my heart. I met Jiang Changhai's father last month. He was drunk and fighting with others. How could he look like he was in poor health?


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